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THE 

RIGHT WAY 



A FAIRY TALE WITH A 
SCIENTIFIC FOUNDATION 



KATHRYN MILLER 



There is only one way to the 
Kingdom of Intelligence, and 
that is Reason. There is only 
one door to the Kingdom of In- 
telligence, and that is Under- 
standing. 



PUBLISHED 

BY 

KATHRYN MILLER 
844 ARDMORE AVE. 
AKRON, OHIO 




BY 



—Walter. 




MAR 23 1922 

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PROLOGUE 



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E, of the grown- 
up world, are of- 
ten sorely puzzled 
as to why there should al- 
ways be such a long and 
tortuous journey between 
Everyman and the Far City 
of His Desire. We grieve 
to see the baffled hopes and 
bitter disappointments of 
those we hold dear. But 
when we find ourselves in 

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some vale of disappoint- 
ment, then indeed do we 
cry aloud in our distress, 
and wonder why we were 
ever born if we must suffer 
so. We seem not to see the 
path ahead of us, which 
leads ever onward to that 
City where we would go. 
We take no notice of the 
glories which lie all about 
us, — of the flowers, the trees 
and the birds which fill the 
woods through which our 
path lies. We think only 
of the fact that we cannot 
seem to attain our Great 
Desire as quickly as we 
would like. 




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We do not seem to know 
that with our present erring 
sense of people and of 
things, there are many les- 
sons we must learn, many 
obstacles in the way of err- 
ing beliefs which we must 
overcome, before the gates 
of that City will swing open 
at our touch. Least of all 
do we seem to understand 
that the cruel and jagged 
stones in our path, and the 
briers which tear our clothes 
and prick our hands are the 
product of our own erring 
thoughts, from which we 
would never desist were it 
not for the sad experiences 




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they bring sharply to our 
consciousness. They are 
oftentimes the lessons we 
need most to learn, — to 
teach us patience, forbear- 
ance and right thinking. 
Little do we think that out 
of the common tasks of 
every-day, we may gain 
such lessons and form such 
characters as will win for us 
a welcome wherever we may 
go, and finally lead us on 
to that City of Our Desire 
which now seems so far 
away from our unhappy 
sight. 

But each one must be his 
own Alchemist, and trans- 




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mute the common tasks of 
his own daily life into that 
richness and broadness of 
character which is the mark 
and measure of the God 
Man. There is no Marvel- 
ous One other than mind, 
who moulds all things ac- 
cording to His Will, and 
brings each to that Perfect 
City through self-unfold- 
ment; and all must tread 
this path. Every individual 
is the guide and guarder of 
his fate, and moulds and 
forms his good or bad ex- 
periences whether or not he 
knows this to be true. The 
flowers by the way-side may 




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teach a lesson, the birds 
may send a message, others 
who have trod the path be- 
fore may leave signs which 
point the way of perfect 
unfoldment, but each one 
must learn the lesson and 
follow the sign for himself. 
Such is the Way of Life. 

The little tale of Wilbur 
and his search for The 
Right Way is a Fairy Story 
which yet holds many scien- 
tific facts. It will entertain 
the children while yet it 
teaches them. It will en- 
able these little ones to 
avoid or more readily over- 
come some of those trials 



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and difficulties which we of 
Hi] the grown-up world have 
passed through so slowly. 



It will help them to more 
easily find the one true road 
which leads to success and 
happiness in life. Perchance 
it may also enable the 
grown-ups, who read it to 
the children, to see the Way 
more clearly and to press on 
with renewed courage to- 
ward their own City of 
Desire. 

Hence to the Story! 




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THE STORY 



ONCE upon a time 
there was a boy 
whose name was 
Wilbur. He lived in a large 
house which, when viewed 
from a distance, was very 
impressive with its many 
gables, towers, windows and 
such, but upon close obser- 
vation all the grandeur was 
but a seeming. On the in- 
side, the same make-believe 



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held sway. About the house 
there lay immense gardens 
with plants and bushes, but 
no flowers ever blossomed 
there; trees in plenty, but 
no good fruit. To this lad, 
whose soul was sensitive, it 
seemed that all about him 
was pretense and hypocrisy, 
— a sham to befool the 
passers-by. 

While he was still a child, 
Wilbur had read in the 
Good Book, the story of a 
great city which was won- 
drously beautiful. Every 
part of the city was de- 
scribed in minutest detail, 




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and the glories were marvel- 
ous to contemplate; but to 
the boy, the most wonder- 
ful of all was this, — that 
anyone who reached that 
city should know the ful- 
fillment of every right de- 
sire. Just as it is with all 
Youth, so there were many, 
many things which the boy 
Wilbur wished to attain. 
And so he determined that 
when he was grown to man's 
estate, he would set forth 
to find this place ; and with 
this end in view, he wove 
all the golden fancies of his 
boyish dreams about the 




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wondrous beauty of that 
City which the story said, 
lay foursquare. 

He had read that there 
was but one road which led 
to this City, and but one 
gate through which to enter 
it. After a time he could no 
longer content himself with 
his rosy dreams, and so im- 
patient did he become that 
finally, while still but a lad, 
he set forth in search of this 
one road which would lead 
to the City Foursquare. 

The first road that he 
came to was but a well 
beaten path. It wound 




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round and round, and was 
always surrounded by woods 
so dense that no ray of sun- 
light ever penetrated them. 
There seemed to be many 
people traveling this road 
and prowling about these 
woods, but so dark was it 
that he could distinguish no 
forms. All things seemed 
moaning and afraid. Once 
the path crossed a loathly 
swamp, all filled with slime 
and creeping things. Wil- 
bur's courage almost left 
him, but he though: "Per- 
haps it is to test my cour- 
age/' and with that he 




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clenched his hands and went 
on and on. After many days 
of horror and of fear, he 
came to the end of the road, 
but it was not his Perfect 
City of Fulfilled Desire 
which he saw, for the people 
told him it was the Land of 
Nowhere. 

Wilbur was so heartsick 
at his failure that he scarce 
knew what to do nor where 
to turn, when suddenly 
there appeared before him, 
a Fairy, so lovely and so 
fair that it seemed incon- 
gruous for her to be there 
in that dank, dark wood. 




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Wilbur was so surprised 
that he bluntly exclaimed: 
"Who are you?" 

"I am the fairy Persist- 
ence," she whispered. "Lis- 
ten to me! This is not the 
road for which you are 
searching. This path winds 
around in a circle, and leads 
to nothing at all, save this 
Land of Nowhere. Come, 
try again! Perchance you 
will find The Right Way, 
next time." 

With the fairy beside 
him, Wilbur turned to re- 
trace his steps homeward. 
When he came to the dread- 




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ful swamp, he asked the 
fairy, "What is this 
swamp?" 

The Fairy said: "This is 
the Slough of Despond. 
Had you stopped there on 
your way up, you would 
never have found me." 

The next morning Wilbur 
made a little sign which 
read: 

This is the Road of Super- 
stition and Mysticism. 
It Leads Nowhere. 
Follow it Not! 

And he took the sign and 
tacked it to a tree which 
stood at the beginning of 




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traveled the day before. He rjj 
did this so that others who 



were searching, might be 
saved the horrors of his 
trip upon that pathway. 

Having met the good 
fairy Persistence, he was 
not daunted by the failure 
of his first attempt, and set 
out upon his quest once 
more, with high hopes that 
this time he would be suc- 
cessful. After a little while, 
he came to a pathway which 
seemed broader and plainer 
than the first, and he ven- 
tured down it, for, thought 



he, ''See how many people 
are going that way." It was 
surrounded by woods, but 
seemed not quite so dark 
and fearsome as the first 
one had been. The road 
was plainly marked, and 
many people were passing 
up and down. Wilbur pres- 
sed on with renewed cour- 
age, thinking that he had 
found the right road be- 
cause so many others were 
traveling that way. Several 
times he saw a good fairy 
just ahead of him but did 
not stop to ask her name or 
the way, but hurried on, 




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and for many weary days 
he did not see the City. 

At last the path ended in 
a dark and loathsome pool, 
and it was the Pool of 
Disappointment and Fail- 
ure. The banks seemed 
made of quick-sand, and 
before he knew it he had 
slipped into the dark waters 
of that pool. It was fright- 
fully cold and gruesome, 
and in spite of his best 
efforts to swim shoreward, 
he could see that he was 
being drawn into a mighty 
whirlpool where he would 
surely perish. Summoning 




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all his forces, he made one | 

mighty effort and in a few | 

seconds reached the bank, | 

wet, cold and tired, but | 

glad that he had escaped | 

the terrors of that pool. | 

Looking up he saw a fairy I 

beside him, and asked : "Are | 

you the fairy Persistence?" | 

The fairy smiled and re- | 

plied: "No. I am her sister, | 

Determination. Had it not § 



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been for your strong deter- 
mination while in the pool, 

you would never have | 

reached shore and found | 

me. But this is not the | 

road, my boy, this is not the | 




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road which you desire. This 
is only the road of Blind 
Religious Belief, and does 
not lead to Truth. Follow 
me, and I will lead you to 
your home." 

That night he made an- 
other sign, and placed it at 
the entrance of that road; 
it read: 

This is the Road of Blind Re- 
ligious Belief. It leads to 
Bitter Disappointment 
and Blank Failure. 
Do not travel on 
this road. 



With thoughts of the two 
fairy sisters, Persistence and 
Determination, ever be- 




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fore him, Wilbur started 
out the next day to try- 
again. By and by, he came 
to a little path so beautiful 
and so lovely that he was 
certain at once that here 
indeed was the way for 
which he had been seeking 
so long. He stopped for 
just a moment at the en- 
trance, and had he looked 
about, he would have seen 
the good fairy, Reason, 
beckoning him not to ven- 
ture on that road. But so 
befogged were his senses 
with the glamour of that 
pathway, that he did not 




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see the fairy, but set off to 
follow the road. 

On every side were beau- 
ties indescribable, and Wil- 
bur went singing and dan- 
cing along, so happy that he 
thought his heart would 
burst with the sheer joy of 
it all. The brooks were 
laughing o'er their stones, 
and the wind was sighing 
through the trees; the 
flowers were smiling up at 
him, and the birds were 
singing lustily. Everything 
was as merry as a marriage 
feast, and the boy's heart 
was gay. 




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As if this were not enough 
of happiness, at the crest of 
the next hill he saw, Oh joy 
of joys! the City of His 
Desire, spread out before 
him. Its mosques and min- 
arets were gleaming in the 
sun; the great domes and 
the massive walls, all were 
there; but so airy seemed its 
substance that he thought 
it must be made from out 
the figment of his dreams, 
— and yet seemingly 'twas 
there in all its glory. 

After the first full glance, 
he rushed forth with leap- 
ing hope and a wild cry of 




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joy. Down hill and up he 
ran, always with that vision 
of beauty before him. But 
whenever he would come 
up to where he thought the 
City lay, it was not there, 
but would seem to be at the 
brow of the very next hill. 
And so he went on and on, 
until his throat was parch- 
ed, and he was well nigh 
spent ; but still he staggered 
forward, for always just 
ahead he could see that 
vision of the City where he 
desired to go. But he never 
seemed to quite catch up 
with it, and at last he sank 



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down in a heap of utter 
helplessness; when he look- 
ed again, the City was gone, 
and he could not see it any- 
where. Like a mad man, he 
raged against the irony of 
Fate. Entirely forgotten 
where the two fairies, Per- 
sistence and Determination, 
neither did he see the third 
fairy, Reason, observing 
him with pitying gaze as he 
continued in his rage. 

At length utterly worn 
and tired from his weeping, 
he sat on a stone and 
placed his head between his 
hands to think. After a 




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time he happened to glance 
about him, and there right 
at his side, was a fairy. Al- 
most angrily, he snapped 
out the words: ' 'Which one 
are you, Persistence or De- 
termination?" 

The fairy's face glowed 
with radiance of promise, 
as he remarked: "Neither, 
I am their brother, Reason. 
Come, arise and follow me. 
I will lead you to The Right 
Way." 

As Wilbur arose to follow 
Reason, he saw Persistence 
and Determination on ei- 
ther side of the fairy Rea- 



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son. He asked in surprise: 
"What! you here, too?" 

The two fairies answered : 
"Oh yes, we are always with 
our brother Reason, but 
many individuals do not 
heed us at first. But come, 
let us be on our way." 

"Just a moment," said 
Wilbur. "I wish to place a 
sign at the entrance of this 
path, to warn others." 

And the sign read: 

This is the Road of Imagina- 
tion, A mirage of loveli- 
ness, with no sub- 
stance in it. 

Waste no time here! 




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Then he went willingly 
with the three good fairies, 
and at once they led him 
to a broad white highway 
which was smooth and 
straight and solid. The sun- 
shine made it bright and 
cheerful, for it was not 
dense with woods and dark, 
nor were there any loath- 
some swamps as on the 
other paths. There were 
stately trees and shrubs; 
flowers enough to make it 
beautiful; and far away on 
either side, he could see 
broad vistas of beautiful 
scenery. 




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He turned to the fairy 
Reason, and said: "I must 
have passed this road many, 
many times. How is it that 
I never saw it before?" 

"It was here all the time," 
Reason said; "but Satan 
(erring human belief) hid 
it from view by a seeming 
hedge fence. However, the 
hedge is not real, — just 
walk through it and see." 

Wilbur walked toward 
the hedge with the fairy ^ 
Reason at his side, and 
noticed that the nearer he 
came, the thinner became 
the hedge. When quite near 

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he hesitated just an instant, 
but Reason said: "Walk 
right along, there is nothing 
there." 

Wilbur did so, and when 
he felt he was through the 
hedge, he looked back to 
observe it, but to his aston- 
ishment he could now 7 see 
no hedge. The fairy Reason 
smiled as he said: "Did I 
not tell you it was but a 
seeming? And anyone can 
prove it for themselves, if 
they will only go ahead and 
use their reason as a guide." 

"There are so few people 
here," said Wilbur. "There 




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seems to be almost no one 
on this great, broad high- 
way, for only now and then 
do I see another besides 
myself." 

"Yes, it is that way with 
people," said the fairy. 
"They never seem to want 
to take The Right Way. 
The other roads are terrible, 
and they cause so much 
trouble and distress; yet 
people seem to want them, 
and never listen when I 
(Reason) tell them of this 
good road." 

Wilbur made quite a 
journey on the road that 



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day, but when night began 
to fall, he hastened back 
to his home from sheer 
force of habit, but as he 
crossed the threshold, the 
house fell in ruins about 
him. He drew back in fear 
and wonder at what had 
happened. Then he walked 
about among the ruins and 
wept, because he had lived 
in this house for years and 
years, and there were many 
things which he held very 
dear. After some time, he 
sat down on a bit of the 
ruin and began to question 
within himself as to what 




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had caused this thing to 
happen. All night he strug- 
gled with the problem, but 
when the first rays of dawn 
broke through the clouds, 
he saw his fairy friends and 
cried aloud to them: "My 
house has fallen in ruins 
about me. What shall be- 
come of me now, for I no 
longer have a roof to shelter 
me nor a place whereon to 
lay my head." 

Clear as crystal, came the 
answer: "This house was 
the house of Human Belief, 
builded upon the shifting 
sands of erring supposition 




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and misunderstanding. It 
is sheer ignorance of the 
real Substance of Life which 
causes the people to build 
on such a treacherous foun- 
dation." 

"But it was so very large 
and seemed so strong, that 
I cannot see how it could 
fall down," said Wilbur. 

The fairy Reason re- 
plied: "These human be- 
liefs look impressive and 
intricate, but they have no 
sure foundation because 
they are devoid of all Truth 
or reality. When once you 
start to travel on the High- 




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road of Reason, you cannot 
return to your old beliefs, 
for you will find that they 
have fallen away until there 
is nothing left to them. 
You must return to the 
Right Way, and henceforth 
follow that only which is 
true to Reason." 

Wilbur sat quite still for 
a while, thinking about this 
advice, but of course he de- 
cided to do what the fairy 
had told him. However, 
before he left his old home 
for the last time, he made 
yet another of his little 
signs which were to help 




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other seekers. He hung it 
low down on a tree at the 
entrance of the True Rea- 
son Road, so that even 
those who were running 
might read, and none 
might complain that it was 
so far above them that 
they could not see it. With 
all his heart, the lad hoped 
that everyone would read 
this sign: 

The Highroad of Reason. It 
leads straight to the King- 
dom of Intelligence. 

Come! all ye that labor and 
are heavy laden, for here 
shall ye find rest. 



By this time, the sun was 




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high in the heavens and 
everything was warm and 
bright, and Wilbur passed 
on down that True Way 
which he had found. The 
walk was solid under his 
feet for it was firmly based 
on the Rock of Truth. 
Each day he learned some 
new Truth; each day he 
grew in grace; each day 
there unfolded in his con- 
sciousness a sense of greater 
poise and power, and the 
calm, steady confidence 
which are necessary to form 
the character of the God 
Man. 




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The Good Fairies were 
ever with him to guide his 
steps and teach him, for 
even after he had found 
The Right Way, there were 
still many things which he 
had to learn before he could 
hope to reach the City 
Foursquare. There were 
many discouraging hours 
when he was ready to give 
up all of Truth and return 
to his old belief ways; but 
the fairies, Persistence, De- 
termination and Reason, 
helped him to understand 
The Way to fulfill his de- 
sires and make his ideal 




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come true. The first thing 
which the Fairies taught 
him, was this: 

Mind is the only Power in 
the universe. 

Reason explained to him 
that he himself was Mind, 
and could control the na- 
ture of his thought. 
Through great pain and suf- 
fering, he learned the lesson 
that if he stubbornly per- 
sisted in thinking wrong 
thoughts (ugly things which 
were hateful or angry, or 
even just unhappy and dis- 
contented), why then be- 
fore long he felt sick and 




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wretched, and found him- 
self going backward on his 
journey. At first he could 
not believe that his sick and 
miserable condition was 
caused by the hate, anger 
and discontent which he had 
been thinking. But after 
several bitter experiences, 
he was forced to admit that 
this was true. Soon after 
he found this out, he learn- 
ed his second lesson, which 
was this: 

Right Thought is the Healer 
of all disease, and the 
harmonious adjuster 
of every discord. 



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After he had discovered 
that his own wrong, evil, 
ugly thoughts caused him 
to be sick and miserable, 
it was but one more step 
ahead for him to learn that 
his own right, good, happy 
and loving thoughts de- 
stroyed the evil conditions 
and sickness, and that 
through constant right 
thinking, he could always 
be healthy and happy. This 
enabled him to take great 
strides forward on the Right 
Road. He was filled with 
joy when he found this to 
be true, for he wished to be 



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well and happy; also, he 

wanted more than anything 

else, to reach the end of his 

journey and the fulfillment 

of his desires. 

So eager was he, that 

the fairy Reason very soon 

decided that he was ready 

for the third lesson: 

Right Thought is the All- 
Powerful Force of 
Mind, God. 

Wrong Thought is but a 
seeming force, and 
powerless. 

At first he could not under- 
stand just how this could 
be, for he erringly thought 
that wrong as well as right 




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thought had power. But 
after thinking deeply about 
it, he saw that when he 
thought in a right and good 
manner, why the wrong and 
ugly thoughts just disap- 
peared from out his con- 
sciousness, — so they never 
had any power and could 
not have been real, for a 
real thing can never dis- 
appear but always remains 
a fact. 

Then, too, the fairies ex- 
plained to him that the 
perfect always remains and 
is always true. In belief, he 
might disturb his harmony 

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with angry, sick, discon- 
tented thoughts, but the 
good and harmonious would 
always remain, untouched 
and unchanged by the seem- 
ing evil which would seem 
to hide it from view. But 
all he would have to do in 
order to find the good in 
himself again, would be to 
cease the wrong thoughts 
by thinking rightly and 
correctly, and lo! the good 
would be right there with 
him as bright, cheerful and 
perfect as ever it was. So 
he was finally convinced 




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that wrong thought is pow- 
erless nothingness, and that 
Right Thought is the Great 
Force which remains always 
— unchanged and unchang- 
ing Fact. 

So interested did he be- 
come in his delving after 
Truth, that he spent al- 
most every instant in think- 
ing of this subject; but still 
he did not reach the end 
of his journey, nor did he 
seem to be much nearer the 
City of His Desire. It was 
necessary for him to learn 
that: 



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Continual or Habitual Right 
Thought is necessary be- 
fore Harmony can be 
permanent. 

This was his fourth les- 
son, and the most difficult 
of all to put into practice. 
It sounded easy enough 
when Reason told him, but 
when he tried to do it, it 
seemed well nigh impossible 
for him to think rightly, 
always. Many a time, he 
became so discouraged that 
he would cry out and give 
up in distress; but the fair- 
ies, Persistence and Deter- 
mination would encourage 




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him, and after a time he 
would always rise up, clench 
his hands, and say: "If 
that is the way in which to 
fulfill my desire, then / can 
doit" And then he would 
go on again. 

Each disappointment was 
a little less severe, each 
time it was just a little 
easier to get up and go on 
again. And so, after many 
weeks and months of con- 
tinued effort, he found him- 
self one morning, at the 
foot of a high hill, and saw 
this sign: 




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The Road of Earnest Endeav- 
or. It leads to Habitual 
Right Thought. 

Wilbur at once determined 
to follow the road of Ear- 
nest Endeavor, and when 
evening came he arrived at 
the summit of the hill of 
Habitual Right Thought. 
He now looked about him, 
and found to his great joy 
that look where he would, 
there was nothing to ob- 
struct his view, for he had 
worked his way to the high- 
est hill. He noted that the 
sun was setting in a glory 
of red and gold, and straight 




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ahead he saw a City which 
was very large and very 
beautiful, and it lay four- 
square. 

After he had feasted his 
eyes and heart for many 
minutes on the wonders 
and the glories of that City, 
Wilbur turned to the good 
fairies, all his eager young 
soul shining in his eyes, as 
he asked them: "What is 
that, which I see out yon- 
der?" 

They smiled very tender- 
ly, and Reason answered 
him: "That is the True City 
| of Thy Desire. It is the 




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Kingdom of Perfect Intel- 
ligence. You have followed 
the path of True Reason; 
you have formed the Habit 
of Right Thought; and so 
you will soon reach the 
State of Perfect Under- 
standing." 

' 'It is very, very wonder- 
ful," said Wilbur. "It is 
worth all the trouble and 
heartaches which I have 
had, just to be able to see 
it" 

Then Reason continued: 
"The four walls of that city 
which you see in yonder 
golden haze are, — Life It- 




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self, Right Thought, True 
Feeling, and a deep Under- 
standing of Fact. When 
once you are inside these 
walls, you will have reached 
that place where you wish- 
ed to go, and then you will 
be able to obtain every 
right thing which you de- 
sire. 

By this time, the boy had 
learned the difference be- 
tween the Real and the 
Mirage which his imagina- 
tion painted; and he knew 
that what the fairies said, 
was true. At last he had 
reached that place where 




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his thought was almost al- 
ways on the right side, and 
having accomplished this 
much, he could look ahead 
and see that through the 
application • of his right 
thought, he himself could 
bring to pass all those 
things which he so desired 
to obtain. Then, and then 
only, did he fully under- 
stand that continuous right 
thought is a force which will 
accomplish any good thing 
toward which it is directed. 



He also understood that 
this is the only certain 
way in which to obtain 




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success, and fulfill the de- 
sires of the Soul. 

He thought deeply on 
this subject for some time, 
and reasoned it all out care- 
fully. Then he turned to 
the good fairies who were 
beside him: "Who sent 
you to help me?" he asked. 

With a happy smile, Rea- 
son answered for all: "We 
were not sent. We are that 
part of true consciousness 
which dwells in each in- 
dividual, hidden perhaps 
by a maze of fear and doubt 
but still it is always there. 
It will lead each one 



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straight on to the fulfill- 
ment of every right desire, 
if he will but lift his head 
above the mist, and allow 
the Truth and Love within 
to guide him onward to that 
state of perfect intelligence 
where all is peaceful, har- 
monious, good and beau- 
tiful." 



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EPILOGUE 



ND now, dear chil- 



Z-A dren, the story is 
finished, but there 
is still something very im- 
portant to tell you. Each 
one of you have many ideals 
which you hope to realize 
when you "grow up," — 
isn't that true? Perhaps the 
boy wishes to be President 
of the United States, or a 
great engineer, or a fine 





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lawyer. And the little girl, 
— maybe she wants to be a 
Grand Opera singer, or a 
designer of beautiful gowns, 
or just the keeper of a love- 
ly home. 

If you have these am- 
bitions and wish to accom- 
plish them, then do as Wil- 
bur did, and form the habit 
of Right thinking. Start 
now, to blot out of your 
mentality, every wrong, 
angry, sick or discontented 
thought. Instead of such 
thoughts, always keep your 
mind filled with healthy, 
happy, harmonious and 




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loving thoughts. You will 
soon learn what a force for 
good your right thought is, 
and you will come to see 
that this is the true and 
only way in which to make 
your ideals come true. 

Start in by making a 
game of it. Pretend that 
you are the Porter at the 
door of a large hotel (which 
is your mentality), and that 
it is your business to allow 
only desirable guests to 
enter this hotel (i. e., you 
are going to allow only 
right and good thoughts to 
enter your mind). If any 




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wicked looking or dis- 
honest ones came to your 
hotel, you would stand 
firmly in front of the door 
and say: "No. You cannot 
come in here." And if you 
were very firm, they would 
go away. But if they saw 
that you were weak or 
afraid, why they would 
probably push you aside 
and go in. It is just so in 
watching your thoughts. 
If sickness, anger, hate or 
dishonesty come to your 
mind and want in, you 
must be very firm and say: 
"No. I will not think such 




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thoughts." You must be 
positive, for if you are 
afraid or double-minded, 
then it is very easy for the 
wrong thoughts to get in. 
But just stand firm, and 
say: "No, I will not think 
such thoughts. I think only 
good, right and happy 
thoughts all the day long." 
If you will keep doing this 
for a while, the wrong 
thoughts will soon go away ; 
then you will be happy 
again. 

Try it, dear children, 
both little and big; and 
after a bit you will become 




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so interested in the game 
that you will just love to 
do it. Then pretty soon, 
you will begin to see how 
powerful your own right 
thought is; and how happy, 
well and good you feel when 
you are always thinking 
just the right kind of 
thoughts. If you keep on 
with this, you will gradually 
learn just how to make 
your biggest and best ideals 
come true. You will learn 
that Thought is really the 
greatest force in the uni- 
verse, and when once you 
know exactly how to use it, 




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you can accomplish great 
things and fulfill the dearest 
and best of your desires, 
without any difficulty what- 
soever. 

The disappointments and 
failures come only because 
you have not been thinking 
right, persistently. Find 
The Right Way and stick 
to it, then all will come 
right for you. There is so 
much good in the universe 
that each one can have all 
the good which he desires, 
and still he will be robbing 
no one for there is enough 
to make every one healthy, 




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happy and successful at all 
times. 

A great many people in 
the world to-day, are find- 
ing that what I have said 
is true, namely, that Mind 
is the only Power, and 
Thought is the greatest 
Force in the universe. 
Through earnest, honest 
and unceasing endeavor, 
each child and each grown- 
up may gain the habit of 
continuous right thought. 
When once correct thinking 
has become habitual, it is 
but the natural and easy 




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thing for each one to exter- 
nalize the conditions he 
most desires, through and 
by the application of his 
own right thought. When 
this is accomplished, every- 
one will be healthy and 
happy, prosperous and suc- 
cessful. Then indeed the 
Kingdom of Heaven (the 
Kingdom of Perfect Intel- 
ligence) will be here on 
earth with us. But this mil- 
lennium will have to take 
place within each separate 
individual consciousness , 
for did not the Master say: 




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The kingdom of God com- 
eth not with observation: 
neither shall they say, Lo 
here! or, lo there! for, be- 
hold, the kingdom of God is 
within you . 

—Luke 17:21 



THE END 



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If the grown-ups who have read this 
story, wish to know more of the Truth 
of Life, and of the Way which leads to 
that City foursquare, let the fairy 
Reason whisper into their ears that 
there is an individual by the name of 
William Walter, who lives on New 
York Street, at number 326, in the 
city of Aurora, and the state of 
Illinois. He has written many books 
and booklets, and every one of them 
contains the plain, unveiled facts 
concerning Life, Truth and Love, and 
how to make your ideals come true. 
In his writings there is food indeed for 
the weary traveler, and meat and 
drink for those who are hungering and 
thirsting after the facts of existence. 
If you write to him and enclose a two 
cent stamp, he will tell you about his 
books. 




